Chapter 2

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Maka picked at the chicken in the frying pan, swearing when she burnt her fingers on the super hot meat. After chewing thoroughly - singeing her mouth in the process – she decided it was ready. So she turned off the burner and slid the pan off the heat, cringing at the painful sound the metal made against the gas burner protector thing. Maka sat the hot pan on the drying section of the sink before opening the cupboard pulling out two plates. She tucked the annoying bits of her hair behind her small ears while she served up their steaming hot dinner. The meister placed her own meal down at the bar style bench and Souls in his usual place beside hers.

Soul still hadn't come home since he walked out the door after the...incident that afternoon. But Maka wasn't worried, in fact she was making the most of his absence. She liked being home alone. It meant she could read as much as she wanted without Soul's constant interruptions.

But he would never skip her dinner. He was like a cat, Maka thought, runs away during the day, not to be seen no matter how much you call it. But will always return for its food. Soul would not miss Maka's cooking for anything.

So before settling herself into her seat she decided to check his room just in case he had sneaked in without her noticing. But she was disappointed when she found the dark room empty.

She sighed heading back to the dainty kitchen. Sitting down into the dining chair she started eating without him. After she ate a couple of mouthfuls she felt full already. She missed the sound of Soul inhaling his food. Maka laughed, she never thought that she would hear those words from her, seeming as she was usually the one to correct his dining habits. Pushing her food around on her plate, she lent on her elbow staring at the empty seat next to her. Soul's plate was still steaming. She was angry at him, he had left her hanging out for answers and didn't even have the decency to show up for dinner. Who does he think he is? She went to all the effort to making his dinner for him only for him to ditch her. Maka grinned, he was going to receive an especially hard Maka chop when he got home tonight. But her face fell as she corrected herself, if he gets home tonight.

Leaving Soul's plate on the bench she got up, huffing in the process, and scraped the other half of her meal in the bin, before filling up the sink and washing the dinner dishes in the hot soapy water. She would leave Soul's plate on the table. If he got home could heat it up himself.

After wiping down the benches and finishing cleaning up she collapsed on the couch, stretching out the entire length. That was another positive about Soul being absent, she could have the couch to herself. Yawning she grabbed for her book off the coffee table. It was a book that Soul had got her for her birthday this year. He had chosen her present well. The book was entertaining to say the least. Maka had read hundreds of books, but this was probably the best one she had read in a long time. With this she would have no trouble staying up to wait for Soul, and the book was just big enough to suffice a Maka-chop weapon. She grinned opening the book where the corner was dog-eared. Maka yawned again before diving into the story, keeping a close eye and ear on the door. She would get him when he least expects it.

"Damn it, Maka's going to kill me...This is so not cool." The weapon sighed as he made his way back from Black*Stars place at a jog. After what had happened this afternoon, the perfect thing to take his mind off the incident was a loud mouthed assassin. But they had ended lying directly opposite one another, on their backs, on the floor of Black*Stars floor boarded lounge room...Having a D&M. (1) since when was Black*Star a deep person? Soul questioned during their talk. Either he had changed over time, or it was the alcohol that they both had drunk that night. Soul decided it was the latter. They were a bit drunk, Soul admitted, but he hadn't drunk half of what Black*Star had.

"Sooooo...Do you like anyone?" Black*Star giggled flipping over to his stomach so he could see Soul better.

"No." Soul half lied. "Do you?" He flipped over, mimicking his friends action.

"You dirty liar Soul." The assassin grinned, "How's Maka doing these days?"

Soul did not like where this conversation was heading.

"She's fine thank-you." He growled, agitated. " ANYWAY, you didn't answer my question from before. Do you like anyone?"

"We're not talking about me! We're talking about you and Maka!" Black*Star laughed, even though it wasn't that funny.

Soul simply glared at his companion. "There is nothing going on between Maka and myself!" He half yelled.

"Sure, sure. Stop denying yourself dude. I've seen the way you look at her." The blue haired boy grinned.

Silence.

"... Shit... Black*Star what's the time?" Soul asked worriedly.

"It's almost 1am. Why?" He replied looking at the clock on the wall.

"Don't worry, I have to go. Thanks for the cool night." Soul said raising himself off the floor.

"Yeah, no worries. But Soul seriously if you do like Maka you better get off your arse and do something soon, because I know tons of guys that would like to take to the formal, whether you like it or not." He yelled after Soul who was half way to the door already.

"Whatever, night." Soul replied shutting the door behind him.

He was so late for dinner. Soul had forgotten all about it until Black*Star had brought up the topic of Maka so suddenly. He was going to get an earful when he returned home.

Soul turned his key in the lock of their apartment. Stepping into the room he cringed waiting for the Maka-Chop to come, but when it didn't he opened his eyes and found her asleep on the couch, book spread across her face.

Soul laughed, "Idiot, so not cool." He whispered making his way over to her. The scythe took the book off her face, marking her page before closing it. He carefully picked her up, and trying very hard not to wake her he walked towards her room. He pushed the door open with his back and when he was inside he put her down on the bed, covering her up with the blanket.

When he was back in the kitchen his eyes caught the plate of food on the bench. Soul's stomach turned, guiltily. She had made him dinner even though he wasn't home. Walking over the plate he touched the chicken, stone cold. So he picked up the meal and placed it in the microwave setting it for 2minutes. When it was done he sat down at his usual place at the table and started to eat. Maka's food was always good, even heated up.

While he was eating he had time to think. Was Black*Star telling the truth about all the guys that wanted to take Maka to the formal? Soul was stressing out. He didn't know if he could handle the thought of someone other than himself touching her. Maybe he should just ask her? It was going to awkward tomorrow anyway, why not make it a little worse by asking her to the dance?

It took him about 10minutes to make up his mind. He would ask her, it would be cooler in the long run, no matter how uncool it was going to be tomorrow.

Soul finally picked up the courage and went to bed in high spirits for tomorrow.

Sorry, nothing much happens in this chapter. And the ending is a bit...sudden.

(1) Deep and Meaningful. If you didn't know...

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